Dark Age of Twenty First

Dark Age of Twenty First

Their blood never stops crying

We hear their screams dying

Feel their agony in the face of evil

Smashed lives on Martin Luther’s anvil

Justice wasn’t possible so we must avenge

No mercy feasible for that’d be degenerate

So tell the story without an end

That we remember and always defend

Decades since the Destruction of innocence

On retreat the Enlightenment and Renaissance

Hear the calls against Anne Frank’s tribe

The guilty once more directing lies and jibes

Difference now is King David lives

Shields held high and striking swords

Justice is Ours defending against the wretched hordes

Infested by wickedness, Luther’s poison resides